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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey guys I think I had this posted before. This was the very first story I have written.
Chapter 1


Nick Carter looked around the gym.

He was in Moscow, Russia at one of the main gyms in the country that Olympic gymnasts trained at. Posted on the wall was a poster of the Russian's male star gymnast Aleksei Nemov. Nick was with the Boys on tour and had gotten bored. When he asked a clerk at their hotel what he could do to kill some time, the clerk responded that he should check out the gymnasts for fun. (Authors note: I’m not quite sure that the Russians let people come in a watch the gymnasts. Most of the gymnasts have left home at a very young age to live and train in the gyms) So Nick had made his way to the gym to watch the action.

Nick opened the door and took a seat to watch. The women were working out on their routines. Nicks eye caught one sparkling girl tumbling out on the floor. She had red hair and looked very familiar to him. He asked one of the other people in the room who she was and he simply answered Elena Produnova.

That's when Nick remembered.

When he had time and wasn't working on songwriting, he had tuned into the 2000 Olympic games and had been amazed by her outstanding routines. He moved closer to the window and watched as she went through the routine again. He gave a soft whistle at the difficulty she put into it. He looked around and crept out the door down to the practice area.

Up close she was even more beautiful than he imagined. She had made her eyebrow into a weird shape but it just made her different. She had strong shoulders, a tight stomach and bright eyes. Nick took in a deep breath, he wanted to call out her name but he knew he shouldn't. A pretty girl with a blonde ponytail walked over to him. “Hey” she said then took a drink out of her water bottle.

"How did you get in here?" she asked as she adjusted her grips for the bars.

"I just wandered in," Nick said trying to act casual.

The girl studied him carefully, then her eyes grew bright and a smile lit her face. "I know who you are!" she exclaimed.

He looked at her with a smile. "Oh yeah? Then who am I?" he challenged with his famous smirk.

"You are that American guy, excuse my English, um, that Backstreet Boy...Nick Carter?"

He laughed. "You are correct. Are you a fan?" he asked.

"Yes I am a fan," she answered and she stuck out her hand. "I'm Elena Zamolodchikova."

"Oh yeah! I recognize you," he said. "And I remember that last name too. Gee what a name. But it’s cool. I like it.”

She smiled again. "So do you like Elena?" she asked pointing to Elena Produnova.

"Yeah," he admitted while blushing, "I think she is really pretty and an awesome gymnast."

"Wanna meet her?" Elena asked.

"Ok," he said shyly. Then he looked at her. "This is going to be confusing. Elena and Elena."

"Well," she said, "Just call her Elena and call me Lena ok?"

"It works," Nick agreed.

Then Lena turned and called Elena P. over.